I guess I don't update these things enough, and I certainly don't reply to all the comments I get, sorry guys. I promise I will catch up today! I feel bad, and I guess the less I keep up to date with it, the fewer comments I'm going to get! 
That's NO good!
So anyway, here is what I've been up to.
Mon-Wed: NOT A WHOLE LOT
Oh, excpet I went out on Wednestday night for "a drink" with my workmate Lisa, whose 31st birthday it was. We went to the staff bar, where a bottle of wine is 5, and then, after everyone else left we stayed on, where she proceeded to moan to me about her small boobs, and how she doesn't feel like a proper woman, and how she has to wear those gel bras to make men think she's bigger than she really is (cos women can tell apparently, which I guess is true, cos I can!)
"Oh I hate it, I feel like a fraud"
Well bloody great Lisa. You are a whole one size bigger than me, I can't even get those bloody bras in my size, "yeah but it's ok for you because you look small anyway, it's not like youre giving the illusion of being bigger than you are" "Er thanks"
But despite not being particularly hung over I felt like shite the next day and I milked it fully before pulling a sickie on Thursday and bombing up to the midlands to see my lovely lovely boy McK. His parents were away which worked very well in our favour, until they came back Friday night, rubbish.
But we ate a lot of biscuits, I got fed some lovely food by his parents, his Dad was rather pleased at Wales winning the rugby, and we hung out with a few of his friends that I like very much. All in all it was good, I know it sounds ghey but I really treasure every minute because I can't see my baby as often as I'd like. I never want the weekends to end
My baby is awesome.
Have another picture from my photoshoot thing.
And one of the best pictures from the SGUK meet! My amazing ink! Doplex's face!
That's NO good!
So anyway, here is what I've been up to.
Mon-Wed: NOT A WHOLE LOT
Oh, excpet I went out on Wednestday night for "a drink" with my workmate Lisa, whose 31st birthday it was. We went to the staff bar, where a bottle of wine is 5, and then, after everyone else left we stayed on, where she proceeded to moan to me about her small boobs, and how she doesn't feel like a proper woman, and how she has to wear those gel bras to make men think she's bigger than she really is (cos women can tell apparently, which I guess is true, cos I can!
)
"Oh I hate it, I feel like a fraud"
Well bloody great Lisa. You are a whole one size bigger than me, I can't even get those bloody bras in my size, "yeah but it's ok for you because you look small anyway, it's not like youre giving the illusion of being bigger than you are" "Er thanks"
But despite not being particularly hung over I felt like shite the next day and I milked it fully before pulling a sickie on Thursday and bombing up to the midlands to see my lovely lovely boy McK. His parents were away which worked very well in our favour, until they came back Friday night, rubbish.
But we ate a lot of biscuits, I got fed some lovely food by his parents, his Dad was rather pleased at Wales winning the rugby, and we hung out with a few of his friends that I like very much. All in all it was good, I know it sounds ghey but I really treasure every minute because I can't see my baby as often as I'd like. I never want the weekends to end
My baby is awesome.
Have another picture from my photoshoot thing.
And one of the best pictures from the SGUK meet! My amazing ink! Doplex's face!
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